It is sad commentary on our standards of beauty when disfiguration becomes a norm, when injected botulinum toxin becomes a risk many are willing to take, when ridiculously puffy lips and facelifts and tummy tucks and breast augmentation and other structural manipulations become viable alternatives to—heaven forbid—the aging process.
Many obviously have no qualms committing to these changes, these “improvements,” and they just as obviously don’t care about the relatively grotesque appearance they take on for the rest of their days.
Cleft palate and other positive life-changing procedures aside, blame it on Hollywood, blame it on a fixation with image, blame it on a fear of growing old. When I see someone who’s had elective work done, I’m not thinking, “Oh, that’s better.” It’s more along the lines of “Ugh, that’s disappointing.”
And so sadly insecure.
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